Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 870. Or, And I feel them drown my name. I can hear. Something. A car alarm? Car chases on Thursday, Mind bending on Friday. Tonight it's just ever. Do you remember when we were young(er) and we could summon a spirit into our cars to fill us up with purpose? We still didn't. God bless you should you ever get to a beat poet's demise. I remember those days. If this is all we have to give, I can see my sense of urgency. Wait in the fire. 10:25 p.m. - 2004-04-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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